THE STREAM – Chapter I – Part Two
(continuing from Chapter I – Part one)
The next week
They went on a September day picnic,
walked the spring on down.
Stream chuckled out its greeting
misting at its falls,
then yawned out through the meadow
winding from side to side.
And they floated to the ground
a blanket -
laughed until they cried
at the ants in the chicken,
then lay down side by side.
A sheen across the meadow
reflected in Beth’s hair -
Soft Breeze sifted out through Meadow
after visiting them there.
Then they rose to fish the eddys
and they skipped the agate rock.
He pointed out the eagle.
They heard the eagle talk.
Yes, this was a world worth living
and something that wasn’t store bought.
Dad thanked God for the season,
Mom kissed him on the cheek
and thanked him for moving
to their home above the creek.
Beth ran to a log near the water
“Oh, its so nice out here.”
She listened to her parents -
“They’re nice anywhere!”
Then she lay down on her back
in the glisten – stretching there,
and grazed with the white clouds
through the blues of a sky most fair.
Soft Breeze softly touched her
sifted through her hair,
and Meadow gently held her
as she slept there.
When Beth awoke the sun had
crossed the canyon leaving everything
in evening blues but the wall beyond the stream,
a wash in mellow gold.
A mule deer doe, her yearling,
a forked horn and two
stopped beside her
in the grass.
She watched them as they poised,
looking her over all together.
Then passed for a drink of water,
filing up the slope before her
through the trees.
The brook trout in the meadow
popped the deep pools as they fed
- the far wall now a red.
Mom called Beth, “We’re leaving”.
They stood arm in arm.
Beth ran up to meet them,
they all stood arm in arm.
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